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Apollo Bebop - Where'd It Go / Sushi no Rubber lyrics

Artist: Apollo Bebop

album: All Hands on Deck


We used to cherish all the greatness
We used to love ours creatives
We used to praise innovators
And get wowed by entertainers
We used to push ourselves and our limits
We done fell and got stitches
Went through hell but yo listen
We done came back and took no shit from no gimmicks
I put my soul in this
And wish for more minutes
To spit this shit that's slick as Rick
I'm rich
But no figures can sink or slow this ship
No matter whoever my opponent is
I'm known for this
But now they telling me to go slow
I'm too smart too fast
That's a a no-no
So now I'm looking around and I ask
Where'd it go
Cuz the bar
Is so damn low
What happened to the fire and the passion
Whatever happened to inspiring the masses
Cuz I feel like I'm only getting a fraction
I can't even see no more no
I can't even see it no more
Makes me believe that the bar is the floor
And now I'm having to ask
Where'd it go
Cuz the bar
Is so damn low
I can't even see no more no
I can't even see it no more
Makes me believe that the bar is the floor
And now I'm having to ask
Where'd it go
Cuz the bar
Is so damn low
I get scared for the state of the music
It's all for amusement
The opposite of smart it is stupid
No song moves me they are useless
It's like we are courage and the entertainment bizz is Eustace
And I'm just trying to give my two cents
Cuz hardly any artist has anything to do with
Future human improvement
It's only pollution
And I'm looking around like who's got the solution
Cuz these kids are too faded and too jaded
Only care about you if you famous
Only care about the image that you making
And then they rep it likes its there's like It's cool ain't it
It's all about the branding endorsements
Instead your message
Nah that's not important
So I'm looking around and I'm having to ask
Where'd it go
Cuz the bar
Is so damn low
What happened to the fire and the passion
Whatever happened to inspiring the masses
Cuz I feel like I'm only getting a fraction
What happened to the fire and the passion
Whatever happened to inspiring the masses
Cuz I feel like I'm only getting a fraction
Ayo I'm coming raw somethings off
Murdering beats with no remorse
Feeling like I did nothing wrong
Yucky like I cuz the cheese
And nasty like the underarm of running slobs
I'm all original
These lames are doing cover songs of other dogs
Who aren't even that great
They can suck my knob
Cookie cutter crappy rappers are so unattractive
Catholic priests wouldn't even wanna touch their balls
Fuck em all
I'm spiking harder than a volleyball
I party hard all the time
Similar to Hot Rod
But nobody knows me like the guy that went and shot Pac
Pop goes the weasel and so do these pop rocks
I'm popping all the people who believe that all this pop rocks
Lyrical anarchy until I hit the top spot
Writers block won't stop me
And neither will a cock block
Got bods
Jumping like they're playing games of hop scotch
With every line I spit
Cuz I'm the shit
I'm the caca
Flowing like diarrhea spewing out my bum bum
Got your girl giving me a blumpkin
And she's loving on my dumdum
Finished my business then I told her I was done Hun
She asked me if I liked her
I said somewhat
But not really
And the I called her a cab
When she left I started writing straight up slaughtering tracks
I'm only twenty
I got the quality raps
In quantity stacks
I am fuckin awesome in fact
What do Molotovs kamikaze bombers and Brian have in common
Well not much
Just know we all result in
A form of destruction
So call in all departments
And sound the alarms
Cuz I'm getting ready to explode like atomic bombs
When I'm dropping all these bars
Fuck going ham
I'm a 90s ki
So I'm going Onyx hard
Believing in the heart of cards
Ladies yelling Hey Like I'm Arnold y'all
My flow is cold like an otter pop
I am blessed with lyrical precision
I am number one like Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen
So haters pay attention
To every single word I speak
Or get burned to the third degree
Get left needing surgery
Every time I murk the beat
Spitting it so perfectly
Eating rappers up with forks and knives common courtesy
I'm known to spit the truth and you're know for spitting that perjury
I'm the future of Hip Hop and the best emcee currently
Bitch
I'm the future of Hip Hop
And the best emcee currently,
Bitch
Isn't it obvious that I'm Hispanic
Isn't it obvious that I'm his panic
So every times I grab the mic he's like Shit damnit
Just my presence alone causes quick damage
To these actors turned rappers comparable to Nick Cannon
You're so awkward with the flow like a girl trying to piss standing
Or like Ice Spice trying to fit in spandex
My flow is sick grotesque and rancid
That if I was really trying then you couldn't fuckin handle it
That's why if cops were to catch me with a mic
Then I'll probably be sentenced to 25 to life
Cuz I be killing emcees this is my weapon of choice
I don't need any bullets all I need is my voice
To get the job done
You suck, man I'm awesome
If you don't wanna be beat
Then I suggest you keep your jaw shut
Cuz I'm the real deal 100 percent authentic
I be fuckin bitches up as if I had a dog fetish
Cuz I be fuckin bitches up as if had a dog fetish
What
So nasty
God damn BTE you're so nasty
I'm the future of Hip Hop
And the best emcee currently
Bitch

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